A Morning Graced by Doves

This morning

two mourning doves lit

on my porch railing,

where my tulips are shyly

poking up their heads,

enchanting me, 

my small and makeshift garden,

that I check first thing
when I get out of bed.

The dove's soft cries

have followed me 

through the decades,

taking me back to long-gone days

with my lost love.

With all the gains and losses,

I count my blessings,

to still wake to mornings

that are graced by doves.

I have used the closing lines in an earlier poem in 2016. Borrowed it for this morning's ordinary moment, for my prompt at Real Toads: 

to describe this moment, the joys and comforts we so often take for granted. At my age, I take NOTHING for granted, as each day, at my age, is pure gift. Especially here, in my heart's home. Come share your ordinary joys with us at Toads. You had yesterday to rest up after April, LOL.